Seasons of War

The year and seasons change, With it people riot and point the finger while still asking who did it.. War never changes Its seasons always rain blood Play the blame game while concerned where their skins come from... As if they havent been told from the stories of old If your eyes were plucked out like samsons... Will you renew your strength? Have faith and carry the load? Outcasting your vision of what you thought, what was .Mixed in the folds. That place of cold..dark and alone. The truth is older than mold and younger than what you've been sold. If you believe that then let that sink in and float if you are so bold.